to do anything to prolong the sensations washing over her. Charles knew how to please a woman, and his every caress pushed Melanie toward a flame that threatened to consume her.
He impatiently unsnapped the front of her jeans and slid a hand down her lower back, beneath the elastic of her panties to cup her ass. His touch was more about ownership than exploration. He rubbed his hand over both of her cheeks and between, building a warm friction that had Melanie rubbing herself against the pulsing mound of his still-contained erection.
His other hand slid down her stomach, beneath the front of her panties, and sought her wet slit. Melanie shifted her position to allow him better access. Without hesitation, he slid his middle finger between her wet folds and circled her clit. Melanie threw back her head with a moan, moving herself against his hand, begging him wordlessly to continue. He ran his finger over her clit once, then again, experimenting with his rhythm until she was gasping for breath. Then he lifted his head and demanded, “Open your eyes, Melanie. Look at me.”
She did because she was incapable of not obeying him in that moment. He took her nub between his thumb and finger and began an expert gentle rub that had her biting her bottom lip. Behind her, his hand continued to knead her, gripping her more forcefully as his own breathing became more and more ragged.
She brought her mouth down on his and gripped both sides of his head as she welcomed his tongue with hers again. His thrusts were deep and relentless and she offered him more.
He slid a finger deeper inside her and she gasped into his mouth. His other hand held her slightly off him so he could thrust his finger in and out of her powerfully.
She reached for the front of his shirt, but he broke off the kiss long enough to growl into her ear. “No.”
She didn’t question his command. His touch was all that mattered. He took her mouth again and thrust a second finger inside her. His expert rhythm made all thought impossible.
When he broke off the kiss, she was spiraling toward an orgasm, and still his mouth relentlessly claimed her body. Each time she thought she could take no more, he discovered a new equally sensitive spot. She threw back her head and exposed her neck more fully to him, loving how he began alternating hot kisses with light nips. His warm breath teased her ear before he kissed his way to it. He growled, “You’re so tight. So wet.”
It felt wrong and so right at the same time.
Melanie clenched her muscles around his thrusting fingers with a rhythm that increased her own pleasure. She moaned, then cried out his name again when his mouth returned to her breasts. Sucking. Nipping. Tugging on her nipples in a way that shot waves of heat through her.
Once again her hands sought the front of his shirt, but his fingers stilled and he raised his head and said, “Let yourself enjoy it, Melanie.”
She did and was rewarded by his thumb once again circling her clit slowly, forcefully. He brought his other hand around and licked his thumb before rubbing it back and forth across her puckered nipple. Her position left her arched and bare from the waist up before him. Melanie gasped and shifted against his other hand, welcoming his fingers deeper inside her. She held his eyes because he silently commanded her to.
Heat spread up her chest and through her stomach. She gave herself to the orgasm and to him in the same cry of submission. He increased the pace of his thrusting fingers as he pinched her nipple, sending a sting of pain that only increased the intensity of her pleasure. She cried out again, helplessly jerking against his hand as her orgasm consumed her.
He withdrew his hand from the front of her jeans and brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked her juices off, then said, “You taste better than I imagined. I am going to spread you open and feast on every part of you tonight.” He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in
He impatiently unsnapped the front of her jeans and slid a hand down her lower back, beneath the elastic of her panties to cup her ass. His touch was more about ownership than exploration. He rubbed his hand over both of her cheeks and between, building a warm friction that had Melanie rubbing herself against the pulsing mound of his still-contained erection.
His other hand slid down her stomach, beneath the front of her panties, and sought her wet slit. Melanie shifted her position to allow him better access. Without hesitation, he slid his middle finger between her wet folds and circled her clit. Melanie threw back her head with a moan, moving herself against his hand, begging him wordlessly to continue. He ran his finger over her clit once, then again, experimenting with his rhythm until she was gasping for breath. Then he lifted his head and demanded, “Open your eyes, Melanie. Look at me.”
She did because she was incapable of not obeying him in that moment. He took her nub between his thumb and finger and began an expert gentle rub that had her biting her bottom lip. Behind her, his hand continued to knead her, gripping her more forcefully as his own breathing became more and more ragged.
She brought her mouth down on his and gripped both sides of his head as she welcomed his tongue with hers again. His thrusts were deep and relentless and she offered him more.
He slid a finger deeper inside her and she gasped into his mouth. His other hand held her slightly off him so he could thrust his finger in and out of her powerfully.
She reached for the front of his shirt, but he broke off the kiss long enough to growl into her ear. “No.”
She didn’t question his command. His touch was all that mattered. He took her mouth again and thrust a second finger inside her. His expert rhythm made all thought impossible.
When he broke off the kiss, she was spiraling toward an orgasm, and still his mouth relentlessly claimed her body. Each time she thought she could take no more, he discovered a new equally sensitive spot. She threw back her head and exposed her neck more fully to him, loving how he began alternating hot kisses with light nips. His warm breath teased her ear before he kissed his way to it. He growled, “You’re so tight. So wet.”
It felt wrong and so right at the same time.
Melanie clenched her muscles around his thrusting fingers with a rhythm that increased her own pleasure. She moaned, then cried out his name again when his mouth returned to her breasts. Sucking. Nipping. Tugging on her nipples in a way that shot waves of heat through her.
Once again her hands sought the front of his shirt, but his fingers stilled and he raised his head and said, “Let yourself enjoy it, Melanie.”
She did and was rewarded by his thumb once again circling her clit slowly, forcefully. He brought his other hand around and licked his thumb before rubbing it back and forth across her puckered nipple. Her position left her arched and bare from the waist up before him. Melanie gasped and shifted against his other hand, welcoming his fingers deeper inside her. She held his eyes because he silently commanded her to.
Heat spread up her chest and through her stomach. She gave herself to the orgasm and to him in the same cry of submission. He increased the pace of his thrusting fingers as he pinched her nipple, sending a sting of pain that only increased the intensity of her pleasure. She cried out again, helplessly jerking against his hand as her orgasm consumed her.
He withdrew his hand from the front of her jeans and brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked her juices off, then said, “You taste better than I imagined. I am going to spread you open and feast on every part of you tonight.” He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in
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